One Thousand Three Hundred & Sixty Three
Theme: Panic Attack
So the meeting went shit. It was a waste of breath. I had a panic attack on the way home. I refused to go into work tonight so I called my mum up and told her. She told me to get a doctors appointment and go on the sick. I did exactly like. I just felt like such a mess. The doctor was a right bellend. Not my usual doctor who deals with my mental health. This doctor only want to give me a week of work and when I told him I self-harmed less then an hour before the appointment he didn't look at me, or say a word. I just though. Oh. Okay. Knob. Anyway, I feel better knowing I won't be going to work for two weeks now. I feel a lot less pressure.
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